Stormbreaker

Chapter 3: The Remains of Agent Ian Rider

Sam's POV

Sorry it took me so long to type this!

Sam wiggled out of her combat clothes and put on the tight black dress. It led to the ground and the sleeves went to her fingertips. A fine layer of purple silk was added on top to make the black sing with harmony. Sam took out a hat that layered low on her head, covering her face from anyone that would want to see who she was. She took out a choker. Its blue silk glowed in the light as a mental skeleton hung off of it. Its feet and head hanged off the chocker while the rest of the body was stitched on.

There was a sudden knock on the door while Sam jumped. He hand flew to her heart, trying to calm it down. It took a few seconds to catch her breath, but she knew that she knew better. She spent years training this, and she wasn't going to let it go down the drain because of her over-active nerves. Not this time, anyway.

"The door's open," she called.

A young man walked in. He wore black jeans with a white dress shirt. He was about 25, she guessed. But she put on a calm face as she cheeked the mirror on how she looked. Black eyeliner around her bright green eyes. Her black hair with brown highlights glowing in the light. She turned her head back toward the man standing there.

"It's time to go."

Sam nodded and she walked toward the door.

Twenty minutes later . . .

The rows of grave stones passed the window as Sam looked out. Alan Blunt sat next to her, staying silent as he looked through a file on his lap. Sam licked her lips, trying to moisten them from the sudden dryness from them. She was going to meet Alex Rider. Her companion in her first mission. She almost knew everything about Alex as a person could get to. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, fourteen years old, and that he was popular, lived with his caretaker, able to speak two other languages except English, and lived with his uncle after his parents deaths at a young age.

But Sam couldn't help but be curious about the other member of the mission. She wondered if he had any problems because of who he was. For Sam, the last time of being a student was before the trip to her parents' grave. Sam shook her head, trying to get the past out of her mind.

"Now why are you here at the funeral, Sam?"

Sam blinked as she tried to remember. Then it dawned on her a few seconds later.

"I'm here to support Alex," she answered automatically.

Alan Blunt nodded. "And why are you there to support Alex?"

"Because it must be hard on him to lose someone he loves."

Another nod from the head of M16.

"How did you find out about this?"

"Because I'm your daughter."

Alan gave another nod of approval. The driver went off the main road and onto a rock-covered road. Sam sensed the sadness in the air before she could actually see it. Black cars were littered on the grass, and a cloudy day didn't make it any better. Sam could see a blonde hair woman with a teenager boy at her side. They both wore black, but the girl didn't care with her blonde hair hanging lose.

The care came to a stop. Sam could see Crawly talking to the teen. The driver came over and opened Sam's door. Sam stepped out, her heels crunching into the rocks. A low breeze fell into the area, ruffling her hair and the bottom of her dress. Sam's hat threatened to blow away as she pulled it lower on her head. Whispers stopped and the only sound was the breeze. Alan Blunt stepped out and went to talk to other people belonging to the "bank."

Sam walked over to where Crawly and Alex where standing at. Crawly wore black pants with a dress shirt. He gave a Sam a nod. Alex was shockingly more beautiful than the pictures shown on him. Sam kept her face expressionless as she stared into Alex's eyes. But she couldn't help feel her breath being caught in her throat. His eyes were dark brown with a small hint of red in them.

"I'm sorry for your lost Alex," Sam said with a hint of symphony.

Alex nodded without looking away. Sam could see pain flashing in his pain. Crawly cleared his throat and Alex and Sam looked at him.

"Alex Rider, meet Samantha Blunt."

Alex looked back at Sam and held out his hand. Sam took out her hand and shook it. She gave a warm smile as Jack Starbright gave Sam a confused face.

"Just call me Sam."

"Well," Alex redrew his hand, "it must be weird to have your father a bank manager."

"Extremely weird."

If only he knew, she thought to herself, if only he knew how much I was like him. Yet so different at the same time.

The rest of the funeral passed by like horrible long classroom subjects. Soon, Sam had to leave with Mr. Blunt. Alex and Sam had hit it off, but with little passed about themselves. They exchanged laughs about stories, friends, and vacations gone wrong. Sam's personal favorite was the tale where Alex brought a snake home and Jack found it. She yelled at him the rest of the night.

All too soon, Sam was on another plane down to the SAS training camp. She thought about Alex the whole way and what kind of trouble was she going to get into because of it. Sam couldn't admit it to anyone. And she couldn't let anyone even guess her true feelings.

Sam brought out her paperback novel called "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows." She then started underlining letters in her message. Soon, she got it out completely. Sam closed her book and buried her book back in its proper place. She could only hope that no one would realize what she underlined.